Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she’d swapped her workout clothes for a tight tank top and shorts that left little to the imagination. Her top hugged her curves, and she gave Leonardo a knowing, intimate grin as she placed her manicured hand on his bicep.
“I saw you watching us train,” she squealed, leaning in close. “I’m so glad you came.”
I walked away, letting Bianca’s flirtatious tone and proximity to Leonardo fade behind me. Despite the large size of the training building, it suddenly felt stifling. The way Bianca looked at him reminded me too much of Francesca's gaze when she looked at Leonardo. That sight only reinforced my purpose here, even if it meant burying emotions I didn’t want to confront.
Later that evening, Dante stopped by to tell us about an event planned
